The Spirit Said, 'You're Unworthy as My Master, Cancel the Contract!' So I’ll Give It to My Sister Who Wants It - Episode 1.11

Alisha was on top of the world.

She lay on her bed in her private room, hugging a cushion and staring at the ceiling. The angel painted there smiled down at her.

Looking back, she had always been blessed with beauty and talent. Her father had secured the position she wanted, and anything she didn’t want to do, she could simply push onto Mistia, the sister she called by that name.

When the marriage proposal from Lord Mixilian arrived, even she had panicked for a moment. But after a little thinking, the problem was quickly solved.

(It was so easy to get my dear sister to give me the spirits! I shoved Lord Mixilian onto her, and now I have these beautiful spirits! And on top of that, as a spirit user, I get to attend an academy where high-ranking nobles gather! This is truly the best!)

Alisha grinned. She rolled over on her bed, daydreaming about the whirlwind romances she would have at the academy.

Even now, every day was like a fairy tale, with all the spirits—except Shisha—treating her like a princess. Once she got to the academy, she would surely be adored even more. With flushed cheeks, she let out a dreamy sigh. Her debut at the academy would be magnificent.

“But I couldn’t really read the magic, you know? Well, I suppose it can’t be helped since they were summoned by my sister.”

Alisha didn’t know much about spirits.

Her knowledge was simple—magic was written in the Book of Spirits, and if one had enough magical power, they could read it. At first, she had been excited, thinking that as their master, she would be able to use all sorts of magic and become the strongest. But Shaitan could only produce a flame about the size of a campfire. The other spirits weren’t much better.

“Sigh… I was expecting more since they’re high-ranking spirits. They look amazing, but what a letdown.”

The thought that she might not have enough magical power never crossed her mind. If the spirits couldn’t use powerful magic, it was simply because they had been summoned by her sister.
Alisha pursed her lips and sat up in bed. As she stood, she felt slightly dizzy for a moment.

(Lately, I feel lightheaded a lot. Why?)

She convinced herself that it was just excitement keeping her up at night. Shaking her head, she looked out the window.

In the garden, Shaitan was practicing magic—swinging his arms like a knight training with a sword. Alisha gently placed her delicate hand on the glass and smiled.

“Sir Shaitan, you’re so diligent! As expected! You must become even stronger.”

By the way, no matter how many times a spirit used magic, they wouldn’t learn new spells, nor would their power increase. Everything depended on their master, who served as their source of magical energy. No matter how hard a spirit trained, it was pointless. The only way for them to grow stronger was if their master trained to the point of bleeding.

In reality, Shaitan was simply playing around, enjoying the little magic he had finally managed to use.

Alisha, completely unaware of this, gazed at him in admiration.

Then—knock, knock.

Alisha turned at the sound of a knock on her door.

“Yes? Who is it?”

“It’s me, Alisha. May I come in?”

“Oh, Father! Please, come in!”

Alisha brightened her voice and ran to the door. As it opened with a click, she threw herself into her father’s arms. Her innocent, childlike greeting made her father smile. Though she lacked refined grace, he couldn’t bring himself to scold a daughter so affectionate. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

“My, my… Running is dangerous, you know.”

“Hehe! But I’m just so happy! It’s all thanks to you, Father—I’m truly blessed!”

Alisha’s delighted face as she gazed up at her father was truly adorable. Her father savored the joy of seeing his daughter happy.

“I’m relieved. Just the thought of you marrying Lord Mixilian was unbearable. I hope we find a suitor more suited to you.”

“Yes! Once I attend the academy, I’m sure a wonderful prince will choose me!”

“…About that, Alisha…”

Her father lowered his hands from her shoulders, avoiding her gaze awkwardly. His hesitation made it clear—something was wrong. Alisha furrowed her brows in concern.

“Did something happen?”

“You applied for the special scholarship exam at the academy, correct? Well… the exam has been decided. You’ll have to duel Mistia. I tried to withdraw you, but the paperwork didn’t go through in time. That wretched girl has managed to back us into a corner. I don’t doubt your ability, but her spirit is like a wild beast. Be careful not to get hurt.”

“Huh? The exam is a duel against my sister?”

Alisha let out a small snort. She had expected worse news.

(Oh, that’s nothing! My sister could barely even summon a spirit. There’s no way she can use magic. Ahh, I’m so blessed! My luck is just too good! The scholarship is as good as mine!)

“Father, you worry too much. I can easily control three high-ranking spirits at once. And I can use magic. There’s no way I’d lose to my sister, who can’t use magic at all.”

“Y-Yes, you’re right! There’s no way you’d lose. Alisha, you don’t need to show Mistia any mercy. Running off to the academy has brought shame to our house. Even if she’s expelled, I won’t take her back. Treat her accordingly.”

“Oh my, how unfortunate. But you needn’t disown her. She could always transfer her spirits to me and marry Lord Mixilian instead. If she refuses, she could work as a housemaid here.”

Alisha spoke gently, as if offering a kind suggestion.

Her father had a tendency to be impulsive. Mistia was still useful. But if Alisha outright contradicted him, he might get angry. If she spoke sweetly, though, he was easy to manipulate.

As she expected, her father’s eyes grew misty with emotion at her “kindness.”

“Alisha…! You are truly such a compassionate daughter. You must take after your mother. I would do anything for you. Talking to you has lifted a weight off my heart. You have nothing to worry about. Fight with all your might. Mistia’s future is in your hands.”

“Thank you, Father.”

A beautiful moment between father and daughter.

They reveled in the triumph that had yet to come.

Her father was already drunk on the thought of the money he would make by selling Mistia to Lord Mixilian.

Alisha, meanwhile, imagined her glorious victory at the academy, smiling with satisfaction.